love


 
Love,
Is a kind of bless
But it can be kind of mess


Hold it, if you can keep it
Lose it, if you break it

Sometimes,
We’re tired of waiting
Sometimes,
We’re tired of loving
It will happens, always

Because love,
Is so flawless and reckless
Because love,
Likes a show but full of sorrow
Because love,
Is a way that is hard to say

by : Galuh Candra PS

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